Stranger of Obscure Land,
For years, a forgotten friend;
You knocked at me again.
With tricks , with taboos
You made me Miss Whackadoo.
I fell into the twisted trap;
But he, detached left a void, a gap.
Burnt, burnt I like Queen Dido’s* flame
for Troy’s Chieftain Aeneas* divine and handsome.
But my tragedy was saved,
Because I met Reason brave;
He freed me, a slave
from Illusory- Love’s lonesome cave.
Vatsala Radhakeesoon
*Dido: In Roman Mythology, a Phoenician Princess who founded and ruled Carthage.
The queen of Carthage
*Aeneas: In Roman Mythology, the son of Venus and Anchises and a member of the Trojan
royal family. The principal character of Virgil’s The Aeneid
